On the whole I'm inclined to hope you will, for I'm rather beginning to like you, spite of all the trouble you've caused me and that time you beat me with the swords before my own men." Robert's heart leaped up.

Could the man be induced to relent in his plan, whatever it was?
But his hope fell the next moment, when the slaver said: "Though I tell you, Peter, I'm going to stick to my task.

You'll be handed over to the plantation, whatever comes.

After that, it's for others to watch you, and I rather hope you'll get the better of 'em." The storm predicted by the slaver arrived within six hours, and it was a fearful thing.

It came roaring down upon them, and the wind blew with such frightful violence that Robert did not see how they could live through it, but live they did.